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The best cure to a hangover.

Everything fucking hurt. I didn’t even want to breathe, and Don was the only good thing in the hangover crapstorm that made me want to vomit and question whether I was a good person or not.

He didn’t say anything about my roiling emotions and gently stroked my back or occasionally planted kisses on my head.

“You have duty on Command,” I told him, clutching him. I sure as hell didn’t want Don to leave, but at the same time, he was the captain of this ship and couldn’t neglect his duty because his special friend wasn’t feeling well.

“I asked Bimwoxcol to take over Command today.”

“Donny, you can’t do that.”

“I can and did. You are ill.”

I wasn’t ill. I was currently suffering from the consequences of poor decisions and a lack of respect for alcohol. But sure, that was the same thing.

“You need to drink some water and perhaps eat something.” Don moved out of my embrace and brought me another glass of water and a piece of flatbread.

Neither sounded appetizing to my rolling stomach. I sat up with a groan, though the sight of Don’s generous shirt gathered around my much slighter form made me smile. I inhaled the fabric, then looked up, blushing.

Don was watching me with a possessive grin.

“Thanks,” I squeaked as I took the water and food. I nibbled on the soft bread, ignoring Don, which was basically impossible.

“I like you in my clothes,” he whispered close to my ear, setting my face even more aflame. I was fucking blushing. What the hell was he doing to me? “Even more, I like that you like wearing my clothes.”

Now my face was an inferno. Perfect.

Keeping my eyes in front of me, I tried to drink the water and eat the bread.

From past experience, a bit of food, water, and maybe some painkillers and I’d be right as rain.

When I finished, Don whisked the cup away before settling beside me again.

I curled next to his side, pressing my face into him to drown out the light.

His claws scraped at my scalp. “I can turn off all of the lights if you need, my Vince.”

“I’m fine.” I was as long as I kept my eyes closed and buried against him. Besides, I hated the thought of the world being dark around me. I couldn’t even stand the possibility of it.

As time passed, the water and food combo dulled my headache, but I felt no urge to move. None at all. Snuggling against Don was one of the best feelings in the world.

Don suddenly moved, and I groaned in protest. He kissed the top of my head and said, “I know. Someone is pinging me. Hold on.”

I didn’t care who was fucking pinging him. If it wasn’t an emergency, I wanted to hog all of Don’s free time.

He dropped the touchstone, and his lips found mine. I returned the kiss with a groan, rolling on top of him; I did better when I was in control. Don didn’t fight the move. His wings sprawled under him and his tail curled around my leg.

The kiss turned hot as I pushed my tongue into his mouth and swiped along his scaled one. I groaned at the feel. Someday, I would feel it on my cock.

“Anytime you want,” he said, breathlessly.

I hardened in a flash. I rubbed on him, seeking friction for relief. Need rushed through me—need to be close to him, to feel Don against me. I grabbed his hand and pressed it against my cheek. I turned from his mouth to brush a kiss to his palm.

A soft moan broke out of Don. I loved his noise. Each and every one was a gift.

“Let me hear you,” I whispered. “I love your voice.”

He panted. Something started to prod my backside, and I grinned, grinding down. “Good job,” I told him. “Absolutely perfect. You are such a good boy for me.”

Don’s green eyes practically glowed as he stared at me. “Please.”

“What, Sweetheart?”

“Let me share my thoughts.”

I kissed his jaw, trailing up his face. “Of course.”

A lock released in the back of my mind, and Don flooded in. I couldn’t understand his words because he thought in Drakconese, but his emotions. Fuck, they were potent. His lust was foremost, as I imagined mine was, but the softer feeling of care and amazement of me wanting him were beneath it.

Clearly he needed more compliments.

“My perfect Don,” I whispered. “You’re the prize, not me. Thank you for being mine.” I couldn’t keep him for forever, which hurt more than I thought, but for the time I had him, I’d treasure the hell out of Don.

I kissed his throat, making sure to keep his hand on me, so I’d feel if I did something he didn’t like. I kept every touch of my hands and lips soft. The more gentle I was, the more Don came apart beneath me.

His hard cock pressed against me, straining against his pants. Mine throbbed in need while the slick tip stuck to my briefs. I needed release, and so did he, but it was more than that. I needed Don.

As clear as I could, I formed a picture of what I wanted in my mind as I sucked on one of his nipples. Don’s throat bobbed, and heat blasted me from his thoughts. I nipped him. “You like my idea?”

“Will you be alright?”

“I think so.”

Sitting up, I tugged my shirt off before bending back over to kiss his chest. I put one of Don’s hands on my back while the other stayed on my face. My nipples scraped against his warm scales, and I moaned at the sensation. Don arched under me as it moved through him.

With every touch, I felt his pleasure while he experienced mine until we blended into a single unit. It was hard to differentiate what I was feeling from Don, but I didn’t want to anyway. I wanted to fuse myself to Don, so there was no escape for either of us.

I sat up, breaking the connection, which made Don whimper. “I know, Sweetheart, but I need you and we have too many clothes on.” I undid the buttons on my pants before scrambling off him and kicking them off. I yanked on Don’s pants next. He lifted his hips, allowing me to get them off.

Securing the lube, I scooped up a generous amount and pumped him. Don cried out, hips following me. “Does that feel good?”

“Yes. Please, Vince.”

“Good boy.”

Don was so good at begging. I nipped his hip and kept working his dick as I watched him come undone. When his eyes were wide and his movements jerky, I knew he was close. I didn’t want him to come this soon.

I gently tugged on his balls. “Wait for me.”

“I will, my Vince.”

I slicked up my own dick and straddled Don again. His cock slid into my crack, and I bobbed up, making it slide. He moaned. I put his hands on my hips, and I did it again. My head went back at the sensation of his scales scraping against me.

“I want to feel with you,” Don said, cupping my cheek.

The connection snapped into place, and I cried out. Every feeling was tenfold as I rocked. I pumped my own cock in time with my movements.

Don’s tail coiled around my shaft. “Let me. Please.”

I let go, and his tail squeezed me in time.

Pleasure swelled with each movement. My balls drew up tight as my muscles tightened.

Between the sensation of Don’s tail working me and his cock sliding over my crack and brushing my clenching hole, not to mention his feelings flitting through my mind, my orgasm built incredibly fast until I crashed over with a scream.

Don came with me, cum splattering my back while mine painted his stomach.

Boneless, I collapsed on him. Don trembled beneath me as his thoughts settled into mindless joy and sated comfort. I groaned, nuzzling his broad chest. I kissed him. “So good. You are such a fucking good boy.”

Us touching like this, skin to scales, I thought wouldn’t be possible, but Don made it so much easier.

His hand gently slid up and down my back, feeling my bare skin.

Don cupped my ass, and I sighed, relaxing.

With slow movements, he explored me, and I didn’t freak out.

It might have been a combination of his lazy thoughts joining with mine and the after-sex glow. Or it was that I simply trusted Don.

“Perfect way to get rid of a hangover,” I said.

He chuckled. “I will remember that, my Vince.”